It was a time when everyone said that they read, it was a time when books were downloaded to the Machinery of Fine Living, It was an age of literacy, it was the age of streaming books to your frontal lobe, it was the beginning and it was the end of all things, it was the season of symbolic meaning, it was the season of no common sense, it was a time when people hoped for some money, but the money was dried all up, we had everything to hope for, because things could not get much worse than this, we were all going direct to Heaven, we all were on the highway to hell, the period in the future was a continuation of how things were going today, complete apathy had hit the people stone cold, Editorialist of the New York Times stood in Times Square screaming on soap boxes, just to be heard. People did not stop and ponder a thing because time had run out.
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